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Klaus was about to turn down the offer of hot chocolate, but heard a whistle. Coming from Sniper’s direction. Strange, since he wasn’t the most talkative of all people. And then he noticed the mistletoe. There seemed to be a lot of that hanging in doorways. 

“About that hot chocolate,” he said, clearly wanting to change the subject and clearly noticing Chuck’s discomfort. For a moment he humoured giving him a peck on the cheek, but it was in the very public mess hall and it looked like Chuck was already out of his element. 

“No! No I don’t love it!” she exclaimed as she protectively wrapped her arms around her head. The ground shook. Loud explosions rattled her eardrums. The smell of gunpowder made her feel sick.